Travis Kroells

Milky Way is gonna kick *** B)

I live about 60 miles west of the Twin Cities in a town called (formally) Norwood-Young America. Back in about '99 or so the two towns merged and such. I believe that the closest simmer to me is Ridire/Ayers, however if there are any other MN simmers, or close by, dont be afraid to shout out! B)

Actually, from what I know, the collision will tear the two galaxies apart. No obviously, this isn't going to look like a car crash, but it's believed that the event will cause the two anchors (supposedly both galaxies black holes) to destablize, or something and loose their grip on the galaxies. Then everything will just kinda float off on their own...or so I've read.

Actually, I already knew that. I read it in some Time magazine timeline of the universe. But thats not suposed to happen for a couple billion years, so I think I'm covered. To the best of my knowledge, they theoretically create a white hole, which is the exact opposite. I read somewhere that according to current physics or something they aren't possible, so Im not sure exactly. Thats just my best educated guess. ::Takes out two vacums and rams them into eachother to test theories::

“The more things change, the more they stay the same” A Kroells and Miral production. "And what's that supposed to mean!?" Travis yelled in confusion. "I didn't mean anything negative about that." Kestra sighed. This wasn't working at all; he was just getting more agitated. "I was just suggesting that maybe we can move past all that. Have dinner sometime." "Hmm...Yes lets do that. Simon can join us, and we'll have a merry ole time!" She turned back away from him and picked up her glass. "Hey, I'm trying here." He watched her, unable to see her eyes as he tried to figure out this whole Simon deal. "Trying to do what Kes?" She shrugged and turned back to face him. "I'm just ..." Trying to figure you out? Find out what I did wrong? "... I'm trying to figure out how the two of us can be in the same room without hurting each other." He let out a small sigh, and sat back into his chair. "How did we get like this? "Does it really matter?" Kestra asked. He gave her a confused look. "It does to me. I remember a time when we couldn't be two rooms apart from each other. Are we both too stubborn to admit we miss that? Or did I come to this table for the wrong reasons?" Kestra spoke quietly. "I won't sit around waiting for you to figure out what you want. I didn't do it before, and I won't do it now." She looked back over to the table of fighter pilots. "This is too important. We both have more to worry about than fighting with each other." He stood up in a haste, looking down on her, moving in close to her face, until he could feel her surprised breath on warm his cold cheeks. "I don't know what I want do I? You want to know what I want? What I've wanted since the moment I saw you, since the moment I held you in my arms? You want to know what I've always wanted even though I foolishly threw it away for what I believed to be the greater good?" Before she could respond, he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss, four years of regret and inner pain behind it. She let him kiss her, his emotions quickly surrounding her with comfortable familiarity. Suddenly she pulled away, very aware of everyone else in the room. "Travis ..." He looked into her eyes, and then over to his half drunken air group, spilling good beer, yelling and screaming like dogs. "Yeah..." Kestra stood up and moved to leave the bar, grinning back at Travis as she walked towards the door. He quickly looked around, and noticed no one had either seen, or cared about the little scene that just played out. He then looked down at his full beer, and left it and headed for the door, suddenly not in the mood for it.

Uh, not from what I know... Where'd you get that information Vatric? Oh, and just to make you worry abit, Scientists say a black hole with an event horizion the size of 2.6 million sun's anchors our galaxy together.

Yeah, I had a large rant written out, but instead of getting modded, I'll just say this: I have to doubt, no matter how messed up these kids were, that they left secret messages pointing to these murders. Also, to the people that are stupid enough to post stuff hatefull, your only proving your intelligance, and ruining things for the rest of us. You should think that we should have a method for picking morons out of a crowd and putting them in a place they can only harm themselves by now...

Now, dont get me wrong when I say this upcomming. Halo 1 & 2 rock, and when Halo 3 comes out (It aint gonna be when PS3 comes out, so dont even bother saying it) it'll rock too. But, if your going to get an Xbox game, get Starwars: Knights of the Old Republic. It's not only the top SW game I've even played, it also is one of my top games of all time. Yeah, so my top Xbox games are: Star Wars: KOTOR Jet Set Radio Future Halo Phantasy Star Online NFL 2K5 (Screw EA buying the NFL rights, this is still a better game)

Happy Birthday A9. I was gonna go on farther, but I completly forgot what I was gonna say, cause I read Grom's sloganizer and lost my mind. "Gromvik is a female force" ...

“With Malice and Intent” Travis couldn’t help but feel conflicted as the Comm came in from Smythe, ordering him and Angel to destroy the El-Aurian relay. As much as he loved to blow stuff up, part of him also wanted to stay with the Klingons. Something in his gut told him they were alright, and that pursuing diplomatic relations with them was the right thing. Although he had never met one, he had read up on them, at least the NFA’s version. The UFP dogmatic views against them were obvious, so at that rate he had trouble believing the NFA’s accounts. He had trouble believing most things the NFA told him. What was propaganda, and what isn’t? After a while it really starts to mess with your head. Travis sighed and shook his head as the “Styx” pulled away from the Vor’cha cruiser. He shouldn’t allow himself to get distracted. For now all that mattered was taking out that relay. Thinking about other things would distract him, and that would get him killed. However, his thoughts drifted to Kestra again as he headed towards the relay. He wondered if she even felt anything, now or then. The way she pulled away in the lounge, and her aloof tone with him over the Comm made him doubt everything, which made him sick to his stomach. He tried to push her image out of his mind as the relay approached, and he powered up his fighters weapons. He tapped his Comm to speak to Angel. “Open fire at will.” No sooner had he said this as four phaser beams shot out from the wings of the two fighters. Travis quickly flew by, and saw for himself; no damage whatsoever. “It aint doing anything boss.” “Torpedoes.” Travis and Archangel quickly formed up and each fired a torpedo at the relay. Again, it sat unfazed by the ships attacks. Travis sighed as he did another flyby looking for anything visible on the out side of the thing, while the higher ups were arguing about what to do about it. The general agreement on the ship was to have the Reaent take a shot at it, but Travis quickly devised away to save the ship a couple of its precious torpedoes. “Angel, cover me, I’m taking care of this.” The Second Lieutenant quickly acknowledged him, as Travis again flew by the Comm relay, but this type fired the tow cables that hung on the underside of his fighter. They quickly latched on, as Travis began to drag the relay closer and closer to People’s Head. The Styx’s basic computer couldn’t decipher whatever the thing was transmitting, but whatever it was, the data output had nearly doubled. Travis wondered if the thing knew it was going to be destroyed, or if some other factor was causing this. He took little time to dwell on it as the Styx entered the atmosphere of People’s Head, and everything became a hot bright orange hue. He was tempted to let it go now, and let it burn up in the atmosphere. However, given the sturdiness of the relays construction, and the fact that whatever it was transmitting needed to be stopped, Travis quickly broke through the upper atmosphere and began streaking towards the now visible ground. Nothing in all of his experiences was more euphoric and exhilarating then a full burn planet fall. The ground grew exponentially as Travis reached the point of no return and let the relay go. He slowly began to level out, maxing out the outdated inertial dampeners on his old fighter. The relay slammed into the ground with a tremendous explosion, causing River to smile. He quickly doubled back to survey his work. The crater was massive. Not so much from the explosion, but the kinetic impact of a relay that size slamming into the ground. Confident he had terminated the data flow; he quickly pulled back on his flight stick, and pulled away from the ground which was so foreign and unfamiliar to him.

“The Klingons, the Breen, and a lovely little lady” A Kroells and Miral production Perplexed: To make confusedly intricate; complicate. Travis Kroells was perplexed. He was confused, frustrated, angry, and half-drunk. He stood by one of the massive windows in the lounge, staring out at that damned system that aggravated him so. Between the ruined UFP fleet, the Breen attack, and now the discovery of this mysterious Klingon ship, it was enough to drive a man to drink. ...Which was exactly what he was doing. Its not often in you career that you’re attacked by a newly discovered species. Up until today, most people believed the Breen to be a myth. Frozen monsters parents told their kids for a good scare. A good scare, heh all he needed to do was go down to the flight deck and watch the tech crews put his fighter back together. He sighed as he took another sip of his Guinness. Then there were the Klingons. A species that had all but been wiped from the Galaxy by Duren and his predecessors fascism. Neither him, his father, nor even his grandfather had seen a Klingon in the flesh. The last registered Klingon ship had been destroyed when his grandfather was still in grade school. So one would be naturally confused when a Klingon ship, larger then any seen before suddenly pops up. “We always have to be the lucky ones don’t we?” Travis let out a small sigh again as he put down an empty bottle by three others and quickly opened another Guinness, wondering what could go wrong next... Kestra walked down the corridor, barely looking up from the PADD in her hand. She had been caught completely off-guard on the bridge and wasn't about to let it happen again. Reading up on the Klingons seemed like the smart thing to do, and she could catch a quick meal while she was at it. Walking absentmindedly into the mess hall, she paused for a minute. Something felt wrong. Travis was well into his fifth Guinness, and was staring off into the space beyond the glass of the lounge windows. He furrowed his brow as his thoughts continued to trouble him. Grabbing a sandwich, Kestra turned to look for a seat. And saw him. She walked past him to the far end of the hall, opting for a small empty table to the side. As deeply as he was thinking, and as much as the alcohol blocked his rational thought, he instantly remember her scent, a flood of memories hitting him. He could hear her footsteps fading away from him, causing him to let out a small sigh. "Just going to avoid me today Kes?" "Just looked like you would be better left alone." She stopped and turned to face him. He turned around, and locked eyes with hers. "I think you're the one who would rather be left alone." He gave her a look that let her know he had more then noticed her little reaction on the bridge She shrugged her shoulders and walked over, setting her PADD and sandwich down on the table. "How have you been?" She asked easily, sliding into the seat across from him. He sighed at how easy she made it look. It made him doubt if any of it was real. "Ok." His eyes almost instantly gave away his lie. "You look awful," she stated matter-of-factly. "Does Kaylee know you haven't been taking care of yourself?" "She doesn't talk to me much anymore. She's too wrapped up in her little Agent gig." He quickly took a swig of his beer. Kestra nodded. "I haven't talked to her since I was transferred." She glanced at her PADD as he drank his beer. Some things just didn't change. "Listen, it's been great seeing you again and everything, but I've got some material I wanted to cover." A hurt look crossed his eyes, as he quickly hid it. "Yeah, you must be busy and such...You shouldn't waste your time on me." She didn't need to look at him to sense what he was feeling. "It's nothing personal, Travis." The words came with barely any hesitation. She looked up at him and grinned. "We can't all be fighter pilots after all. And when I'm on the bridge, I want to make sure I know what we're up against." He nodded at her, and then quickly grabbed her hand. "These past four years sitting on this heap were a mistake. Leaving you on Betazed was a mistake. Leaving you was a mistake, one that eats away at me every day." Covering her surprise, she strained to carefully choose her words. "That was a long time ago, Travis. And you already made your decision." She glanced over at his beer. "Maybe we should talk about this another time." She looked away for a moment, willing herself not to speak, and then withdrew her hand and stood up. He sighed, and looked over to his bottle of Guinness. "This doesn't speak for me. But, I'm sorry. I shouldn't burden you with these things..." He stood up himself, albeit a bit shaky, ready to leave himself. Suddenly angry, she picked up her PADD and the sandwich. "See you around, Travis," she said as she turned and sought to put some distance between them. Was she supposed to feel sorry? For him? Unbelievable. She threw the uneaten sandwich into the waste unit and disappeared into the corridor. He sighed and sat back down, feeling defeated in every sense of the word. He looked down and took another sip of his beer; four years of hurt dug up by four minutes of conversation.

It wouldn't be me if I didn't push it to another day late... So, uh yeah, thanksgiving was good, ate the bird, and then I stuffed myself on pecan pie (nothing greater) :P Then me and my Uncle opened up the Boone's Farm...good stuff. I believe it was Hawaiian Apple or something, it was blue, fizzy and delicious. Oh, and I'm thankful for all that other stuff everyone is all happy about.

::Bill Lumberg:: Yeah...Uh, do you think you could maybe put your logs out on the mailstring too... Yeah, if you could do that it'd be great...Yeah...

I always prefer a character I "interact" with :D

Basically the title. I'm gonna be gone for the next two days in Green Bay to watch the monday night game. Unfortunetly, my mom doesn't let me know anything, so I dont even know where we're sitting yet :D. If I find I hospot along the way, I'll update on my PSP (shamelss plug). I'll be back tuesday afternon, expect pics and such sometime after that :huh:

Ugh...I'm just gonna go cry.

This is the kind of stuff that makes me question the entire "Intelligent Design" theory.

Well, between the drunken Klingons, and the lightsaber (Lucas sues!!! :D) your logs usually give me a good laugh. Garnoopys are just cool to read, since I consider him one of the top writers on this site. Dito for Ridre. Reading his and Deb's joint logs are where I get most of my inspiration. Kestra is fun to read since her Arc character comes off as a shy girl, and thats always fun for a good read. N'Dak's logs make me kinda uneasy. Whenever I read about Corizon drinking him self to sleep, or getting tortured or stuff, some part of the back of my mind keeps screaming "Animal Cruelty!". Gives me the heebees...

Well, even if no one likes me work, I'll live :D I tend to read Excal's work broadly. Otherwise, specific writers I follow are: Van Roy/Dumbass Garnoopy Ridire/Ayers Kestra N'Dak and a few others, but not as dedicated.

::hurt::

When I was in Atlanta, I played with numerous elevators. The first thing me and my friends did (we were there for the ELCA national youth gathering :rolleyes:) was pimp out one of these elevators. We moved out couch into the elevator, and one of those sandy cigarette putter outter things. People would be opening to find a bunch of kids smokeing cigars, sitting in a couch on this elevator. It was quite ammusing, and we got away with it for a long time because there was about 15,000 kids there, so most of the Atlanta hotels were populated with likeminded teenagers. Another thing I did, and you can easily too is... When you walk into an elevator, stare at everyone instead of the door like most people. This works really well if you can make a devious, or generally evil smile. When the elevator gets to the next floor, quickly get out, and if there are stairs near by, rush up them and get to the elevator before it stops. You can either enter, or run to the next floor, doesn't make much difference, it freaks them out all the same. Its a bit physically intensive, but it's good fun. I had an old woman ask me if I was retarded or something B) Oy, this summer is the national gathering in San Antionio. I'll be 18...yeah...so if your in the area your going to see me walking around with a cigar in hand like 24/7 B)

::blinks:: God I was a little punk back then...

Oy...where to start.... Travis, well the original Travis on the USS Reaent was almost entirely backstory driven. I dont know if it was because I was young, and thought it nessicary, or some other reason. Jamie, my current main character is a lot more situational. I recently did a character development with him, but that was for an LOA I needed to take. More then that, I haven't had much time or drive to flush out a real story for him yet. The new Travis, for the new Reaentverse will be rather versed. Expect plenty of backhistory logs, and such. It'll be odd, since I think this Travis will have more of a story the the original, who was on the Reaent for around 2 years or so...

Yeah, I was rather proud of myself, I rarely get the first pounce on the fresh meat :lol:

Hi there Spock! Welcome to STSF. I supose that I have the honorable duty of giving you the grand tour. First off, too answer your questions, heres the link to our FAQ. Frequently Asked Questions You may also want to check this page if you haven't already. It's a basic guide to simming on our forum. How To I would also highly suggest finding the Tips from Moose sticky on this forum. He's kinda old, but he know's what he's talking about. Also, don't afraid to ask questions! Thats what this entire section of the boards is for :D I know I'm not the best tour guide, so I'll let the next person up take a swing at it :lol: Oh, and per your questions about ranking, while every sim is different, alot follow a basic structure of the following. Note: The ones in parenthesis aren't on every ship. I know that the Sky Harbor Aegis uses Midshipmen, and the Qob Lakota uses Lieutenant Senior Grade ranking. Again, each ship is different, as is their ranking system. (Midshipman) Ensign Lieutenant Junior Grade Lieutenant (First Lieutenant) (Lieutenant Senior Grade) Lieutenant Commander Commander Captain Commondore etc... I'm not sure if I missed any...I tend to do stuff like that...So I'll let the next guy take the ball :P Have a great stay here at STSF!